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Is Catherine expected to face the Dragon Saint alone?

With less than two months until Catherine's due date, how could she possibly stand against the Dragon Saint, who was already stronger than her?

As his heart was seared with desperation, a bone-deep chill gripped Chen Xuanfeng.

...Is this karma finally catching up with me? My karma? Back then, I stole the Nine Yin Manual, causing my master's wife to exhaust her energy and die from hemorrhage during childbirth, leaving my junior sister motherless from birth. Now, is this bitter fruit finally falling upon me? But those were my sins—no matter what, please do not let harm come to Catherine and my child...

By the time Chen Xuanfeng was racing back in desperation, Fontainebleau had already entered full wartime alert.

Atop the walls of Qingcheng Fortress, Catherine had strapped on her mithril armor and blue battle robes once more. Though her belly was now fully protruding, making her movements less agile, she still stood sword in hand, directing the city's military forces.

Beside her was the half-mermaid mage Hai Ruo, reporting the situation: "Since the enemy consists entirely of flying forces mounted on dragons and drakes, we only detected them when they were already within a hundred kilometers of here. However, this also means their numbers are limited to just over five hundred. They made a brief stop at the 30-km mark, but the latest reports indicate they have resumed their advance toward Fontainebleau."

Catherine nodded and said, "I just received word from the White Dragon Winter Night—Samantha was assassinated. They must have been waiting for confirmation of that operation's success. I didn’t expect the human counterattack to come so swiftly... Never mind. What’s our situation?"

Hai Ruo replied promptly, "The Zombie King has just arrived. Along with six hundred dark elf sorcerers, he has taken command of the fortress’s defensive magic array. The Twelve Star Palace Gate can even withstand a super forbidden spell—unlikely the humans can penetrate it."

"Don’t place too much hope in that. Being able to block forbidden spells doesn’t mean it can stop a Sword Saint," Catherine shook her head gravely. "The array requires twelve types of super magical beast cores to operate, and so far, we’ve only found seven. Though it can self-adjust, it’s still imperfect. And don’t forget, the world isn’t lacking in divine weapons capable of nullifying magic—Xuanfeng’s Sword of Divine Punishment isn’t the only one. The Dragon Saint wields the 'Dragon-Slaying Blood Edge,' a divine sword that ignores magic. Moreover, Xi Luo’s 'Hero's Sword' was forged by the Twelve Sages themselves—who knows what abilities it might have to counter us?"

"Then, Sister Catherine, you should leave immediately," Jin Luosha interjected as she descended from the sky, retracting her radiant wings and landing beside Catherine. "Head to the 'Zombie Hall' from here and use the teleportation array to escape."

Catherine shook her head. "I won’t flee. No generation of the 'Martial Emperor,' whether Sword Emperor or Sword Saint, has ever retreated without a fight. No matter the reason or circumstance, I will not back down. Besides, I can’t leave this city for the Dragon Saint to destroy. This is the first city Xuanfeng built—it carries so much of his effort and heart."

Just as Jin Luosha was about to argue further, the dark silhouettes of drakes and dragons appeared on the horizon.

"Alright, now there’s no way we can leave," Catherine said with a faint smile. "Focus on the battle. Trust me—we won’t die."

"Then... when will Brother return?"

Hai Ruo answered, "Even with the White Dragon equipped with the Magic Aura, it would take at least three to four hours to fly from the new imperial capital to here. But if the lord hasn’t lost his mind, he’ll first head to the Sunnever Mountains, find the teleportation array connected to the former Styx Tower, and then go straight to the Zombie Hall. That way, he could save about two hours."

Catherine smiled. "So, we just need to hold out for an hour or two. Jin Luosha, Hai Ruo, protect yourselves as well. I don’t want any of you harmed."

"Yes."

The dragons and drakes in the distant sky were now clearly distinguishable.

On the back of a golden dragon, an elderly man in deep blue robes was speaking to an Eastern girl.

"Lord Dragon Saint, Enlai Ke has sent another message: The first phase of 'Operation Twin-Headed Dragon' was a success. The target has been confirmed dead. The Death Knight also fell in battle, and both Frostmourne and the 'Regicide Sword' have been successfully recovered."

The speaker was none other than the Celestial Moon Maiden Tan Yueer, while the blue-robed elder was the Supreme Dragon Saint.

The Dragon Saint nodded. "'Twin-Headed Dragon'... Good. Now, all that remains is our task here. Before the armies from surrounding cities can react, we have less than two hours. Please relay to our comrades, 'Celestial Moon Maiden,' that this time, we must spare no effort to raze Fontainebleau."

"Yes."

Heroic Werewolf Scroll, Chapter 86: Who Dares Call Themselves Saints in the Star-Draped War?

The mighty city of Fontainebleau, built along the river, had grown over the years into a metropolis housing tens of thousands of residents. Towering in the southwest stood Qingcheng Fortress, the city’s shield. When the alarm bells rang incessantly, the drilled civilians swiftly retreated into wartime shelters, leaving the city to the prepared armies. As ground forces methodically took up anti-air defensive positions, the entire city was enveloped in a glistening aurora-like veil of multicolored light.

This was Fontainebleau’s magical defense system—the Twelve Star Palace Gate.

In terms of coverage and sheer magical power, it paled in comparison to the "Throne of the Nature Goddess" that shielded the entire elven kingdom, or even the layered magical barriers of Saint Spirit Mountain. But in terms of quality, this radiant barrier, crafted by the Twelve Sages, boasted the strongest urban defensive capabilities in the world. Immense magical energy flowed endlessly within the light, continuously drawing power from the sky and earth—its influence even transcended the material plane, directly siphoning energy from the "Astral Sea," elemental planes, and the astral realms. At times, the barrier hardened like steel; at others, it existed beyond this realm. One could believe without exaggeration that this shield could withstand forbidden spells. Even if all the dragons of the material world were summoned, they might not be able to tear a single crack in this radiant barrier.